Daniel Kinrade {District 3}
Sept 26, 2013 5:49:39 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2013 5:49:39 GMT -5
Daniel Connor Kinrade
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A 14 year old born and raised in District 3.
They say he looks a lot like Quinn Lord.
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...Heartbeats of life are nothing to me...
...They're just a wavelike pattern to me...
...You're like the rest, You are nothing special to me....
<..Appearance..>
There isn't really anything special about my appearance. I have
never actually measured my height but comparing it to the rest of
the kids here my age I presume it is average for a 14 year old.
Same goes for my weight. Anyone who measures that is a little bit
freaky in my opinion, either that or obsessed with how they look.
Not much point in fussing over that. District 3 is quite well off
compared to the lower districts so my figure is fairly healthy. It
isn't muscular but at least I don't have a small, fragile frame.
Watching people from the other districts while the hunger games
are on most of the lower district tributes have really thin figures in
comparison to us from lack of food. My skin is really pale
compared to most people I see around. It looks near enough
white instead of the normal, slightly peachy colour others have. I
guess it makes me look slightly freaky but I really don't care what
other people have to say about my appearance.
I suppose the next thing I should describe are my eyes. They are
a very bright shade of blue with slight green tinges and they
compliment my pale skin quite well. Some have said they are quite
large compared to some but I don't really give a hoot about that.
What contrasts quite a lot to my skin, however, is my hair. The
short mass brings more attention to the paleness of the skin
below it. Many people at first foolishly believe that my hair is black
but it is actually a very dark brown that is made brighter in some
lighting. I have a fringe that reaches down to just above my eye
and the longest strands of my hair extend not far below my ears.
There isn't really much else I can say about my face. It is all just
like you would expect. Not that it would matter if it wasn't.
The only thing that is left is outfits I believe. I never really put that
much effort into how I dress. Trivial things that that are of little
importance to me. Most of the time I am inside so it doesn't really
matter. Most of the things I have in my wardrobe are more
practical than fashionable. I leave keeping up with the trends to
the rest of my family. The outfit I wear most is a plain, black top
with a pair of dark blue jeans. I only have 2 pairs of shoes that I
actually wear. One is a smart pair that is only for special occasions
such as ratmass and reapings. The other is a pair of black
trainers that I wear the rest of the time. The simple fact is that
they are comfortable and they don't seem to get that scuffed.
Maybe I don't do enough to get them scuffed anyway. It isn't like I
go around and play with the others in the district. Anyway, there
you go. That is pretty much all I can think of in terms of looks
There isn't really anything special about my appearance. I have
never actually measured my height but comparing it to the rest of
the kids here my age I presume it is average for a 14 year old.
Same goes for my weight. Anyone who measures that is a little bit
freaky in my opinion, either that or obsessed with how they look.
Not much point in fussing over that. District 3 is quite well off
compared to the lower districts so my figure is fairly healthy. It
isn't muscular but at least I don't have a small, fragile frame.
Watching people from the other districts while the hunger games
are on most of the lower district tributes have really thin figures in
comparison to us from lack of food. My skin is really pale
compared to most people I see around. It looks near enough
white instead of the normal, slightly peachy colour others have. I
guess it makes me look slightly freaky but I really don't care what
other people have to say about my appearance.
I suppose the next thing I should describe are my eyes. They are
a very bright shade of blue with slight green tinges and they
compliment my pale skin quite well. Some have said they are quite
large compared to some but I don't really give a hoot about that.
What contrasts quite a lot to my skin, however, is my hair. The
short mass brings more attention to the paleness of the skin
below it. Many people at first foolishly believe that my hair is black
but it is actually a very dark brown that is made brighter in some
lighting. I have a fringe that reaches down to just above my eye
and the longest strands of my hair extend not far below my ears.
There isn't really much else I can say about my face. It is all just
like you would expect. Not that it would matter if it wasn't.
The only thing that is left is outfits I believe. I never really put that
much effort into how I dress. Trivial things that that are of little
importance to me. Most of the time I am inside so it doesn't really
matter. Most of the things I have in my wardrobe are more
practical than fashionable. I leave keeping up with the trends to
the rest of my family. The outfit I wear most is a plain, black top
with a pair of dark blue jeans. I only have 2 pairs of shoes that I
actually wear. One is a smart pair that is only for special occasions
such as ratmass and reapings. The other is a pair of black
trainers that I wear the rest of the time. The simple fact is that
they are comfortable and they don't seem to get that scuffed.
Maybe I don't do enough to get them scuffed anyway. It isn't like I
go around and play with the others in the district. Anyway, there
you go. That is pretty much all I can think of in terms of looks
...I'm glad my heart is cold, there is nothing to fear...
...I can reach my goals, so don't get in my way!...
...Don't waste your smile on me. Don't bother being warm...
...I can't have any feelings, I'm in the dark!...
...I can reach my goals, so don't get in my way!...
...Don't waste your smile on me. Don't bother being warm...
...I can't have any feelings, I'm in the dark!...
<..Personality..>
Let me just say one thing. My friends would call me Danny, if I
actually had many. Hardly anyone decides that they want to be
friends with me. I don't blame them to be honest. I'm not exactly
what people would call friend material. Instead of trying to be
warm and sweet like others do I am visibly cold towards the ones
I come across. I have no problem point blank refusing to speak
with others or pushing them away if it is really needed. Some
others in my class don't even like to get too close. No point in
pretending to be somebody I am most definitely not. The truth is I
don't really care about people that much. They all cheat and lie to
you. It is just a distraction from everything else that goes on in
life. They also expect a lot of things from you so you have to share
your time and dedication with them. The less people it needs to
go around, the better. That is what I have always believed.
I guess I have to admit I am pretty selfish. I only do thing that I
know will me make me stand out and look better. If there is no
benefit for me then I am most definitely not interested. People can
do their own dirty work for ripreds sake. How lazy are people
who can't do things for themselves and have to rely on others?
Others might hate me for easily being able to admit to only
looking out for numero uno but in the end I haven't met a human
being yet who isn't selfish at times. You especially wouldn't find
any in Panem where the poor fight for survival and the rich want
anything and everything. It just isn't possible. I guess we were all
born with instincts that make us like this and I just happen to
have a surplus amount of them. It is one explanation out of many.
Even if it is me saying this, I am actually pretty clever. This is even
more true when it comes to technology. Most of my time is spent
repairing small gadgets and seeing what makes them work as
well as they do. I don't find anything more intriguing than the
many circuit boards and wires that it takes to create the systems
of today. It is so easy to get lost in this and forget about
everything else that is happening around you. When I try and
explain why I love working with technology so much none of the
others seem to understand at all. When I am doing my work I feel
like I can actually be myself. Machines don't have hearts and
those without hearts cannot want anything. It has been thanks to
being able to work with all these machines that I actually have a
purpose. It gives me an escape from having to do things I hate.
Let me just say one thing. My friends would call me Danny, if I
actually had many. Hardly anyone decides that they want to be
friends with me. I don't blame them to be honest. I'm not exactly
what people would call friend material. Instead of trying to be
warm and sweet like others do I am visibly cold towards the ones
I come across. I have no problem point blank refusing to speak
with others or pushing them away if it is really needed. Some
others in my class don't even like to get too close. No point in
pretending to be somebody I am most definitely not. The truth is I
don't really care about people that much. They all cheat and lie to
you. It is just a distraction from everything else that goes on in
life. They also expect a lot of things from you so you have to share
your time and dedication with them. The less people it needs to
go around, the better. That is what I have always believed.
I guess I have to admit I am pretty selfish. I only do thing that I
know will me make me stand out and look better. If there is no
benefit for me then I am most definitely not interested. People can
do their own dirty work for ripreds sake. How lazy are people
who can't do things for themselves and have to rely on others?
Others might hate me for easily being able to admit to only
looking out for numero uno but in the end I haven't met a human
being yet who isn't selfish at times. You especially wouldn't find
any in Panem where the poor fight for survival and the rich want
anything and everything. It just isn't possible. I guess we were all
born with instincts that make us like this and I just happen to
have a surplus amount of them. It is one explanation out of many.
Even if it is me saying this, I am actually pretty clever. This is even
more true when it comes to technology. Most of my time is spent
repairing small gadgets and seeing what makes them work as
well as they do. I don't find anything more intriguing than the
many circuit boards and wires that it takes to create the systems
of today. It is so easy to get lost in this and forget about
everything else that is happening around you. When I try and
explain why I love working with technology so much none of the
others seem to understand at all. When I am doing my work I feel
like I can actually be myself. Machines don't have hearts and
those without hearts cannot want anything. It has been thanks to
being able to work with all these machines that I actually have a
purpose. It gives me an escape from having to do things I hate.
...I am laughing at the passion you hold...
...How many number sequences is that?...
...You are boring me with all of this nonsense!...
...How many number sequences is that?...
...You are boring me with all of this nonsense!...
<..History..>
From the day I was born I wasn't wanted, this I
have known for a long time. My parents have told me while my
mum was pregnant with me they were both extremely excited
about what was to come. That was until they saw their little baby
boy for the first time. They were both eager to have a girl. The
couple had already become parents to a little boy 3 years
beforehand and really didn't want any more of them. I suppose
you couldn't really blame them. One of each is always a nice thing
to hope for. Without even knowing it, I was already a
disappointment to the two people that would raise me from the
tiny baby I was back then. When I think about it, it just shows
how I really never stood a chance of gaining their respect
however much I would try over the years that followed on.
For the first couple of years everything was pretty fine. They didn't
really have much choice since I was so tiny and couldn't do
anything for myself. I have seen lots of pictures of myself that
young and my parents seemed to be smiling in all the photos as if
they were actually proud to be seen looking after their youngest
son. Not long after I had turned 2 years old, my mother and father
finally got what they had really wanted for so long. A baby girl
was born named Zara. My little sister had easily captured the
attention of the rest of my family. The photos started to change
from the couple being with me and my older brother to them with
my brother and sister. From this point I seemed to be omitted
from the snapshots, forced out of the frame. My parents had
gotten everything they needed through my siblings, a lovely
young boy and girl. It always felt like the rest of the family was
like a well oiled machine and me a spare part that nobody needed
because the machine was working so very well without it.
It wasn't long before I was required to start going to school by
order of the Capitol. The other kids seemed fine to me but I never
really made any effort to get on with them. To be honest my
parents hadn't really taught me that I should. They hadn't taught
me anything much at all. There was a complete new world that I
had been unceremoniously dumped into and I had no idea what
to do about it. Following the eldest child in our family was the best
option I had in terms of learning to socialize. It was the teachers
that I didn't like that much. They always compared me to my older
brother. None of them wanted to see what I had to offer as an
individual. It was almost like I wasn't allowed to be my own
person. When my sister came up they allowed her to prove what
she was made of since she was the only girl in the family. My life
had easily become isolated from those of the others around me.
After a few years in school, they started to teach all of us about
different sorts of technology, since District 3 is the technology
district that makes things for the spoiled brats of the Capitol. It
was only then that I started to find something that I could spend
my time around that couldn't compare me to anyone or expect me
to do things I am just not that good at however much I try. There
was finally something I knew about that was as cold as my
attitude had started to become. I started to dedicate more and
more of my time to learning everything I could about wires and
circuit boards. It turned out that I had a natural instinct with that
sort of thing and people started to notice me in a more positive
light. It was too late, however, since I had already decided I
wanted nothing to do with the sort of people I would always find
wandering around the district. I kept myself to myself.
My first reaping wasn't as bad for me as it seemed to be for
others in my classes at school. The truth was I didn't really care
whether or not I was picked to go into the games. If I didn't then
I would definitely get to live for another year and continue the
work I love so much. If I did then maybe it was the chance I
needed to prove myself to everyone. Maybe for once they would
say that I was something very special and really mean it. I had
stood there with the other 12 year old boys waiting for the whole
event to be over. Whether it was a good or bad thing, my name
wasn't pulled out of the glass bowl that year and it wasn't pulled
out at the next reaping either. So I keep on living this isolated
existence with the only things I trust either until I break free of
being secluded or am reaped for the Hunger Games and am sent
to my death. Either way, something has to happen soon.
From the day I was born I wasn't wanted, this I
have known for a long time. My parents have told me while my
mum was pregnant with me they were both extremely excited
about what was to come. That was until they saw their little baby
boy for the first time. They were both eager to have a girl. The
couple had already become parents to a little boy 3 years
beforehand and really didn't want any more of them. I suppose
you couldn't really blame them. One of each is always a nice thing
to hope for. Without even knowing it, I was already a
disappointment to the two people that would raise me from the
tiny baby I was back then. When I think about it, it just shows
how I really never stood a chance of gaining their respect
however much I would try over the years that followed on.
For the first couple of years everything was pretty fine. They didn't
really have much choice since I was so tiny and couldn't do
anything for myself. I have seen lots of pictures of myself that
young and my parents seemed to be smiling in all the photos as if
they were actually proud to be seen looking after their youngest
son. Not long after I had turned 2 years old, my mother and father
finally got what they had really wanted for so long. A baby girl
was born named Zara. My little sister had easily captured the
attention of the rest of my family. The photos started to change
from the couple being with me and my older brother to them with
my brother and sister. From this point I seemed to be omitted
from the snapshots, forced out of the frame. My parents had
gotten everything they needed through my siblings, a lovely
young boy and girl. It always felt like the rest of the family was
like a well oiled machine and me a spare part that nobody needed
because the machine was working so very well without it.
It wasn't long before I was required to start going to school by
order of the Capitol. The other kids seemed fine to me but I never
really made any effort to get on with them. To be honest my
parents hadn't really taught me that I should. They hadn't taught
me anything much at all. There was a complete new world that I
had been unceremoniously dumped into and I had no idea what
to do about it. Following the eldest child in our family was the best
option I had in terms of learning to socialize. It was the teachers
that I didn't like that much. They always compared me to my older
brother. None of them wanted to see what I had to offer as an
individual. It was almost like I wasn't allowed to be my own
person. When my sister came up they allowed her to prove what
she was made of since she was the only girl in the family. My life
had easily become isolated from those of the others around me.
After a few years in school, they started to teach all of us about
different sorts of technology, since District 3 is the technology
district that makes things for the spoiled brats of the Capitol. It
was only then that I started to find something that I could spend
my time around that couldn't compare me to anyone or expect me
to do things I am just not that good at however much I try. There
was finally something I knew about that was as cold as my
attitude had started to become. I started to dedicate more and
more of my time to learning everything I could about wires and
circuit boards. It turned out that I had a natural instinct with that
sort of thing and people started to notice me in a more positive
light. It was too late, however, since I had already decided I
wanted nothing to do with the sort of people I would always find
wandering around the district. I kept myself to myself.
My first reaping wasn't as bad for me as it seemed to be for
others in my classes at school. The truth was I didn't really care
whether or not I was picked to go into the games. If I didn't then
I would definitely get to live for another year and continue the
work I love so much. If I did then maybe it was the chance I
needed to prove myself to everyone. Maybe for once they would
say that I was something very special and really mean it. I had
stood there with the other 12 year old boys waiting for the whole
event to be over. Whether it was a good or bad thing, my name
wasn't pulled out of the glass bowl that year and it wasn't pulled
out at the next reaping either. So I keep on living this isolated
existence with the only things I trust either until I break free of
being secluded or am reaped for the Hunger Games and am sent
to my death. Either way, something has to happen soon.
...If I show you my world, what it looks like through my eyes...
...You'll probably be paralyzed with fear, if you see...
...A world full of dreams? You really are a fool...
...There can't be a place like that. It can't exist!...
...You'll probably be paralyzed with fear, if you see...
...A world full of dreams? You really are a fool...
...There can't be a place like that. It can't exist!...
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